Translator: SJade, Editor: Dj22031
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Su Yemu was held by the hand, and felt warm and comfortable. Just as he was about to speak, he sneezed several times. Seeing that He Yunting’s face looked even uglier, he shrank his neck.
He Yunting squatted down and touched Su Yemu’s exposed ankles. They were cold and felt no temperature at all. It was autumn now, and the temperature was decreasing. According to the situation in previous years, after a few more rains, it might start to snow.
He Yunting put down Su Yemu’s pants that were still rolled up on his feet, covered his exposed instep, and stood up.
The audience in the live broadcast room watched He Yunting’s movements, shrank their necks, and were as quiet as chickens. No one dared to speak, and everyone was nervous.
He Yunting reached out, took back the terminal, and ordered it to be closed. He took the bucket from Su Yemu’s hand and handed it to the adjutant next to him, and pulled Su Yemu up.
“Go take a shower.”
Su Yemu responded, ran into the bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief. He Yunting’s stern face was really scary, and it could really stop children from crying at night. It was true.
The live broadcast room was closed, but the people in the live broadcast room had not left. The look He Yunting gave them when he ordered the terminal to shut down just now made them feel cold, as if they were being tortured. The pressure was so scary that they forgot that they were in the live broadcast room and He Yunting could not hurt them at all.
Will Bobo be beaten?
Don’t scare me, no way! I’m just worried about Bobo, he should have a cold.
There is a treatment device, I’m not worried about that, I’m just worried that Marshal He will scold Bobo, woo, crying, I’m afraid across the live broadcast room, not to mention that Bobo is standing in front of him!
Don’t you think the situation is wrong? With Marshal He’s look, is Bobo really just staying at his house?
You arouse my gossipy soul, my heart is itching.
Thinking of the previous talk about the main wife, oh…oh…oh…, so exciting.
Refuse, don’t, the old cow eats the young grass.
The live broadcast room was lively. Su Yemu came out of the shower with a little fever. He Yunting took the treatment device to treat Su Yemu. After a while, he stopped sneezing and his nose was no longer blocked. He was fully revived on the spot.
Su Yemu stretched out his hand: “Terminal!”
He Yunting: “What do you want to do?”
Su Yemu: “Go up and hang up an announcement.”
He Yunting: “No live broadcast.”
Su Yemu nodded, and the terminal returned to his hand; Su Yemu let go, and then reacted, something was wrong! Why was he feeling guilty.
He Yunting looked at his dazed look, rubbed his head, chuckled twice, and left.
Su Yemu boarded the terminal and posted an announcement of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the live broadcast room, and also noted that the Royal Kitchen of the Imperial Capital was open; there were still many people in the live broadcast room who had not left. Seeing Su Yemu’s announcement, they didn’t know why they were relieved, and then happily went to give Su Yemu gg everywhere.
At twelve o’clock that night, Su Yemu, who had relaxed early, had a high fever. Having a high fever in the interstellar era was simply incredible. The treatment device was used again, though it worked, but not much.
Su Yemu was a little confused due to the fever. He thought of the shoulder that was bitten by He Yunting. That place could not be cured either. Was it because he was the soul of the earth? This was discrimination, naked discrimination. Su Yemu was mumbling something, and He Yunting lowered his head to listen carefully. His heart sank. The earth, a planet abandoned for more than 3,000 years, had no living creatures. There were only snow and glaciers everywhere.
He Yunting wiped the cold sweat from Su Yemu’s forehead: “Where are you from?”
Su Yemu, who was confused by the fever, blinked: “Earth!”
He Yunting had no intention of probing further. He hoped that Su Yemu would tell him in person one day.
The military doctor was brought over by General Heka. After the examination, he was also confused: “How about I use my spiritual tentacles to treat him?”
“No need!”
He Yunting refused without thinking. He Yunting hated it most when others entered his spiritual world, except Su Yemu of course. At the same time, He Yunting also believed that Su Yemu would not like others to enter his spiritual world, except him, He Yunting.
There was no other way, the military doctor could only use physical therapy; ten minutes later, Su Yemu finally sobered up.
“The medical skills of this era are bad.”
“Well, it’s really bad.”
The military doctor with double S in the psychiatric department next to him wanted to say: You still have a fever in the interstellar era, don’t dare to give a bad review, okay?
“Uncomfortable.”
Su Yemu turned his head slightly, his face against the pillow, and said aggrievedly.
He Yunting kept wiping Su Yemu’s sweat and used ice packs to relieve Su Yemu’s pain.
“Where does it hurt?”
“My whole body is uncomfortable.”
Su Yemu had a severe headache and was a little irritable. He moved around and couldn’t sleep well. He Yunting frowned, his tough face full of worry and distress.
“Go to the palace to find the imperial physician.”
General Heka: “In the middle of the night”?
Just when he was about to ask, He Yunting’s eyes were already on General Heka, and his sharp eyes didn’t seem to be joking at all.
General Heka shuddered: “Going right away.”
Su Yemu’s breathing was a little hurried, his cheeks were pale, his lips were dry, but his eyes were burning red.
“Go, cook me some ginger soup with some coke and ginger.”
“What is coke?”
“Why is there no coke? Go find it.”
“Okay, go find it right away,” He Yunting winked at the adjutant, asking him to go find coke, and then lowered his head to talk to Su Yemu: “It will be fine soon, just bear with it, the imperial doctor will be here soon.”
Adjutant: “Coke? I’ve never heard of this thing, where can I find it? But there’s no other way, just go find it”!
There was one less person in the room, and only General Allen and the chief of staff were left. The two stood aside, watching He Yunting coax Su Yemu.
Su Yemu felt hot and cold, and wanted to cover and kick the quilt, but he was having a fever! Even so, He Yunting could only coax him in a low voice to prevent him from kicking the quilt.
Su Yemu was in great pain and still swearing. He cursed why there was no fever medicine here, and why he didn’t even know what it was; and how poor was He Yunting, the marshal, who didn’t even have a bottle of coke at home?
Su Yemu was struggling all the time, but He Yunting was not impatient at all. He apologized and reflected in a low voice, which made General Allen and the chief of staff look at each other in bewilderment. The marshal, who was known as the one who could stop children from crying at night, was coaxing the child!
The imperial doctor arrived soon and examined Su Yemu, but he didn’t find anything. He could only suggest: “Try to put him in the treatment cabin! But you have to watch him, Marshal. Chairman Su is moving around now, and I’m afraid something will happen.”
“It’s the only way.”
He Yunting couldn’t let Su Yemu suffer like this all the time, so he might as well give it a try. He stood up and was about to pick up Su Yemu, but He Yunting felt a pain in his nerves and almost fell on Su Yemu.
“You guys get out.”
Everyone was stunned.
“Get out.”
This time, the voice was much more severe. General Allen thought of something; he immediately took the imperial doctor away, and the chief of staff and others followed him out. As soon as the door closed, He Yunting fell down, and his consciousness was dragged into the sea of consciousness by Su Yemu’s sudden spiritual tentacles.
At this time, the situation in the sea of consciousness was horrifying. Su Yemu fell on the beach. There was a powerful light on his body, and the gloomy sea that had always existed in He Yunting’s sea of consciousness was being purified by this light.
He Yunting wanted to approach Su Yemu, but he was always excluded; this was his sea of consciousness. Normally, Su Yemu could not refuse his approach, but now the facts told He Yunting that Su Yemu had taken control of his sea of consciousness.
The light swallowed up the darkness little by little, and time passed little by little. The dark sea became brighter, and the power that had been suppressing He Yunting’s mental power disappeared. The turbid mental world was clear, and He Yunting even felt that his mental power had loosened.
A force burst out, and the mental power became purer. The powerful mental impact made He Yunting pale and kneel on the ground.
4S?
How was it possible? Since the emergence of mental power, this value had never appeared. Su Yemu made his mental power improve?
Su Yemu sat up from the beach, looked around in confusion, and saw He Yunting.
“What’s wrong with you?” Su Yemu waved at him: “Wasn’t I having a fever? Why are you here?”
He Yunting calmed down, stood up and approached Su Yemu, half-knelt down, looked at Su Yemu and said in a deep voice: “Don’t you remember?”
“Remember what?” Su Yemu was surprised: “I saw you when I woke up.”
He Yunting looked at Su Yemu carefully for a long time, and said: “You dragged me in here and purified the sea.”
He Yunting pointed to the unfathomable sea surface.
Su Yemu turned his head and found that the sea had really become pure.
“How?”
“I don’t know, let’s go out first! We can always find the reason.”
He Yunting was still vaguely worried about Su Yemu’s health.
“I didn’t expect myself to be so powerful. Do I have a hidden golden finger? Which I don’t know myself?”
“Maybe it’s your ability that you haven’t discovered yet, don’t think too much.”
The two woke up and looked at each other.
Su Yemu climbed out of bed and ran to take a shower. He was sweating all over and felt uncomfortable; when he came out, the bedsheets had been changed. Su Yemu yawned and climbed into bed to sleep.
Not long after, He Yunting quietly opened the door, sat down on the bed, looked at Su Yemu’s unscrupulous sleeping posture, and murmured: “How many secrets do you have!”
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